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The Return to Innocence

It was a Disney kind of life. There was this old Diesel Engine chugging through the green valleys of peace. Its black soot smelt of gasoline, and that was wonderful! Life was younger, more vibrant. Our dreams a lot more vivid and believable. A kiss was a kiss, not just that rubber grinding the loins and it retained the kind of naivete purity, in its adolescent entirety.

I am not sure when we grew up. Not sure when our minutes became shorter, life faster and duller. I am not sure when our
memory machines stopped making new memories, not sure when when God walked into our Eden. Not sure when we turned sinners... and sinned.

Rajesh

This one if for all the young ones. Here is wishing you beautiful memories from your growing up days.


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  1. Aww, this is so beautiful! I didn't have a very good childhood. I have been trying to create my own now. I think it is possible. :-)

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    1. Thank you Raaji. Create your memories, and passionately believe in them. Happy memories to you.

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